I went out walking yesterday, looking for some color in the winter landscape. The sky was blue; many of the tree trunks were nearly black; a pair of cardinals with their crimson mohawk crests hopped from branch to branch. I even saw a red-bellied woodpecker work his way up a tree.
But most of what I saw on the ground was beige, various shades of beige – from brown, to tan, to cream – but nevertheless blah beige. Back by Maggie's bee hives, I came upon this bush flaunting hot pink berries. It cheered me.